Our Little Towns, ©2014. Freedoms Plow When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world, He starts first with himself And the faith that is in his heart- The strength there, The will there to build.First in the… Continue reading Freedom Plow
Contact Sheet, ©2014. Circa 1985. I re”contacted” this week with one of my bestest everest friends. If you look closely she is there…a willing collaborator in the pre digital era…such a funny, witty, willing, whimsical friend and such times we had and dreams we dreamed…looking forward to our next fifty years!
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
Better an ignis fatuous than no illume at all, ©2014. Oil on canvas.
The Holy Grail, ©2014. oil on canvas.
a pretty a day, ©2014.
The Rain Spoke to Me, ©2014 Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished… Continue reading The Rain Spoke to Me
Summer Morning Quilt, ©2014. To see the Summer Sky To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie — True Poems flee — Emily Dickinson